Chapter two hundred and seventy seventh tyrannical
"So strong!"
Looking at this martial skill called Liuyuan Waterfall, Wei Zong narrowed his eyes.
Before the blow came to Wei Zong, Wei Zong felt a strong pull on himself, as if he was about to be torn into pieces. The talismans, formation disks, etc. he inspired seemed to have no way of bringing him safety.
feel.
Why, in that one thought, Liuyuan Waterfall came in an instant, and the violent spiritual power waterfall completely submerged Wei Zong. At the same time, the chaotic spiritual power fluctuations also completely disrupted the Qi movement, and people outside could not see it at all.
The condition of Wei Zong wrapped in a waterfall of spiritual power.
Everyone couldn't take their eyes away, wanting to see the final result.
The few people who were close friends with Wei Zong almost had their hearts in their throats. Although they had great confidence in Wei Zong, Han Xingyuan attacked with all his strength, and this attack was incredibly powerful.
If a Vientiane Realm warrior were to stay up there, he would probably be turned into ashes in less than a breath.
In the arena, Wei Zong's situation was not good either.
Almost in just an instant, the defenses such as array disks, spiritual talismans, etc. were like paper, being broken through by the Liuyuan Waterfall layer by layer. Their only effect was to block the Liuyuan Waterfall for a little time, a negligible time.
"External objects are unreliable, so you still have to rely on yourself!"
Wei Zong sighed softly, and at the same time, three small swords with thick ink and heavy colors on his body emitted a strong light...
The next moment, the torrent of spiritual power broke through the layers of blockade and impacted on him.
"Solve it?"
Han Xingyuan's eyes narrowed. He could clearly feel the impact of Liuyuan Waterfall on the human body. Then he slowly began to withdraw his strength. He wanted to take Wei Zong back. It would not be good if he was beaten to death.
Shortly after Han Xingyuan withdrew his power, the chaotic spiritual power finally calmed down, revealing Wei Zong's figure.
At this time, Wei Zong was a little embarrassed, all in tatters, and his clothes were not covering his body. When he saw everyone looking at him, Wei Zong took out a black robe from the storage ring and put it on at lightning speed.
on himself.
"cough……"
Wei Zong covered his mouth and coughed lightly.
His face was pale, his body was swaying, and he looked injured.
"Weizong, how are you? If you can't hold on, just admit defeat."
Seeing that Wei Zong seemed unable to hold on any longer, Guan Shaojun frowned and said towards the inside of the ring.
He felt that even if Wei Zong gave up and was taken away by Han Xingyuan, it would be better than being beaten to death.
"I...I'm fine...ahem..."
Wei Zong waved his hands outside to indicate that he could still hold on, but anyone with a clear eye could see that he was seriously injured.
"Cough...cough...Han Zongfeng, you...are indeed powerful, but I will not...give up...ahem...the bet between us...continue..."
Wei Zong kept coughing while looking at Han Xingyuan and said slowly.
"Are you sure you want to continue? I won't show mercy."
Han Xingyuan took a deep look at Wei Zong. Next, his moves will only get stronger. The blow just now was just his peak blow in normal state. In other words, he still has this move that can temporarily increase his strength.
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"Come on...ahem..."
Wei Zong kept coughing and seemed to have no strength to take action anymore.
But his eyes were very clear and bright.
Seriously injured?
No, in fact, all the impacts were perfectly blocked by his immortal sword body. It was still possible to withstand attacks of this level a few times.
Therefore, the serious injury was just an act he had made. It was shocking to receive a full-strength blow from a strong man in the Heavenly Realm without getting hurt. Once everyone became suspicious of him, it would affect his plan to go to the imperial capital.
However, Wei Zong looked at Han Xingyuan with serious eyes when he saw Han Xingyuan, whose aura was rising steadily through some secret method.
Not only him, but everyone present, including Guan Shaojun, had solemn faces.
A heavy and oppressive momentum has suppressed everyone present. What is even more frightening is that this momentum is still rising.
"This is...Yi Jin Bian! The secret method that is rumored to be able to increase strength by 30%?"
After all, Guan Shaojun is well-informed and quickly saw through the origin of the secret method used by Han Xingyuan. Because of this, he is more dignified. Don't think that the third level of strength is not much. At their level, there is a difference of three levels of strength.
Not to mention the difference between heaven and earth.
"Wei Zong, it looks like it's difficult!"
He sighed softly, Wei Zong was indeed a top-notch genius, but he was just unlucky and met a veteran powerhouse like Han Xingyuan before he had grown up.
"Father, Wei Zong..."
At some unknown time, Guan Feiyue and three others came to Guan Shaojun's side, looking at the scene in the center of the ring with worried expressions on their faces.
Guan Shaojun glanced at the three people with some bitterness, and found that they all had worried faces. He had to sigh at Wei Zong's personal charm, and he was able to impress three little guys who had high self-esteem in such a short period of time during the trial.
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It's a pity that such a genius is about to die.
"Alas!" Guan Shaojun sighed, saying that there was nothing he could do. After thinking about it, he felt that he should not be too desperate, so he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Think more, maybe a miracle will happen?"
"Yeah, maybe there will be a miracle!"
Guan Feiyue reluctantly agreed, but he didn't believe it himself.
In the arena, Han Xingyuan's momentum had reached its peak, and the overly powerful momentum had caused cracks to appear on the surrounding shields.
Click! Click!
The cracks got bigger and bigger, and finally they shattered.
Han Xingyuan only relied on his own momentum to break the shield that could withstand the full strength of the strongest man in the world. How powerful this is!
Wei Zong squinted his eyes, and Han Xingyuan had become a little distorted in his eyes. This was because the energy around Han Xingyuan was too strong, causing the light to be distorted, causing the light and shadow of Han Xingyuan reflected in his eyes to be somewhat distorted.
"it's all over!"
Han Xingyuan spoke coldly, and once again made the Liuyuan Waterfall starting move in his hand. The energy in his body had firmly locked onto Wei Zong. He was very sure that this blow could completely kill Wei Zong to ashes.
The spiritual power slowly condensed in his hands. It became more and more powerful and violent, shaking the sky.
Han Xingyuan's whole body was enveloped by powerful spiritual power. Suddenly, he stopped concentrating his spiritual power, and Mu Ran said: "Wei Zong, it's too late for you to admit defeat now. Even I can't control this move.
Once you take action, it will definitely be shocking. I am sure that this move will kill you! So..."
"No need to say it! I refuse!"
Wei Zong's words came from afar, interrupting Han Xingyuan.
"Since you have made up your mind, I will make it happen for you."
Seeing that Wei Zong didn't know what to do, Han Xingyuan's voice suddenly became colder, and the spiritual power in his hands gathered again.
Wei Zong looked at him coldly, with neither sadness nor joy in his heart. According to his conscience, this blow was really powerful. Even if he could block it, he would still have to pay a heavy price.